Special Soldier
(Bucky x Reader)
Summary: Bucky has always been one to push limits. Unfortunately for this time, you’re the victim.
Word Count: 1,019
A/N: I feel like the timeline is off with this so let’s just pretend endgame never happened cuz thats what we all want to do anyways T-T this had been in my drafts for a while so I wanted to finally complete it! Enjoyyyyyy
Saturday mornings were your absolute favorite. Probably because you had the whole rest of the day to do whatever you wanted, and the day after. It gave you such a nostalgic feeling.
“Mornin’ bug.” Bucky said as he hugged you from behind as you were making yourself some iced coffee. You loved your brother Steve, there was no doubt about that, but ever since Bucky joined the team, you had grown a liking towards him in specific. You both had the strongest relationship there was, even Steve grew jealous at times.
“Morning.” You said with a yawn.
“Still tired?”
“Yeah. I was up late doing work so I wouldn’t have any over the weekend.”
“No wonder all you drink is coffee.” Bucky said in a mocking tone. You scoffed and playfully slapped his arm. “Hehey!”
“I happen to like my daily cup of iced coffee thank you very much.” You said pridefully. “At least I’m not a loser who drinks tea in the morning...” You said as you eyed the cup of tea he had in his hand.
“Ok you did not just call me a loser.”
“Welp. Guess I did.” You said walking away, but not before coughing “loser” into your elbow. Bucky smiled and shook his head, setting his cup of tea down only to walk right after you and scoop you up, taking the coffee out of your hands to put it on the counter.
“Nooooo! Buck put me downnnn!” You pleaded as you kicked your legs out in an attempt to escape.
“Remember what me and the team used to do when you were little and kept being snarky? Hm?” You knew exactly what he was talking about.
“OH HELL NO! NONONO!” You said, kicking your legs even harder since that was all you could do.
“Oh c’mon you used to love it when you were little!”
“Not anymore! Buck, it is way too early for this...” You said tiredly, hoping he would let up.
“Fine...” He put you down. “you better watch your back though, ‘cause I won’t be so easy on you next time...” He said walking away, pointing two of his fingers at his eyes and then back at you.
“Yeah yeah whatever.” You probably should’ve marked his words a little better.
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Later that day at about 7:30PM, the team were all sat in the living room for movie night
“Nope. You’re not getting away this time...” Bucky said menacingly as he held you in a bear hug on the couch. You were messing around with each other and you ended up throwing popcorn at his face. It probably wasn’t the best idea considering what he had told you earlier that day.
“Buck I’m sorry I’m really really really sorry just please let me goHOHOHOHO NOOOO!” Before you could finish your pleas for mercy, he began pinching your ribs, making your voice go up about ten octaves. The team started to collectively chuckle at your predicament, considering not having seen you like this in a while. They used to tickle you all the time when you were younger, but you started to grow out of it, so they slowly laid off. Bucky, on the other hand, was in the mood for the opposite.
“Sorry bug but I told you I’d get you next time...” he said, bringing his arm up above his head and forming a claw with his hand. You looked at his hand, taking as many breaths as you could before your untimely demise. It was game over for you.
“Please don’t.” you tried saying innocently, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could possibly muster up.
“Awww so cute. I’m still gonna do it though,” he said simply, bringing his claw straight back down, and violently shaking it into your belly, while bringing his other hand up to do the same to you ribs.
“GUHUHUYS A LIHITTLE HEHEHELP HEHEHEHEHERE!” you cried, but you had a feeling no one was going to help you; not when they were witnessing what, to them, was the most adorable sight to see. They mentally cooed at you, not wanting to look away or disrupt what was happening before them.
“Betcha thought they were gonna help you, huh? It’s just you n’ me kiddo...,” he said, followed by an evil laugh through gritted teeth. He then switched to creeping his arms inside of your shirt, which made everything twenty times worse. The feeling of his cold metal arm - and his real one, of course - wiggling and clawing at your ribs and stomach was the most unbearable thing imaginable. All you could do was kick your legs and squirm around, but that was no match for the super soldier you were currently trapped by.
“THIS ISN’T FAHAHAHAHAIR!”
“What? The fact that you threw popcorn at my face or that your too ticklish for your own good? I think it’s both if we’re being honest-”
“SHUT UHUHUHUP!”
“Okay you’re pretty much asking for it at this point y/n. Get her armpits Buck.” Tony chimed.
“WHAT? NONONONONO!”
“Yesyesyesyesyessss!” Bucky mocked, pulling your arms with ease as he shoved his hands into the hollows of your underarms. You had practically melted into a puddle at this point, not being able to move or make any sound with how intense his tickling was.
“I think she gets the point bud. Release.” Steve said; you’d thank him for that later.
“Oh fine.” Bucky relented as he adjusted your shirt to its correct position. “You okay butterfly?” he said compassionately. You couldn’t help but smile at that, and he knew it too. Usually he would use nicknames along the lines of bug, or stinker, but every once in a while he would call you butterfly, and you loved it.
Bucky pulled you up into a hug, rubbing your shoulder to calm your nerves after the torture you’d just endured.
“You still suck,” you quipped, not wanting to let him off too easily.
“Oh please. You love me,” he said with a chuckle. You simply hummed in response, slowly drifting to sleep, the movie nothing but background noise.